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Page 2 Then I heard a kind a music And some distant clink and clatter Some tapping on the floor Then a burst of background chatter Soon, the noise began to fade I shook my head and blamed the heat Grabbed a bottle from the bar Then made my way back to my seat I slouched back in that dusty chair With my feet perched on the table Tried to stay awake to drink But at last, I wasn't able It seemed that I, just closed my eyes When suddenly I woke The place was filled Dancehall girls Card sharps and cowpokes The piano seemed on fire As the player smoked the keys And I would be a lier If I said I wasn't pleased Then I saw The Singer lowered She was hanging from the ceiling Seated on a swing With a voice, most appealing With the whiskey flowing heavy As dances filled the floor I can't remember ever being In a place like that before To be continued Page 3